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On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line?
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line?